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BLUE YEAR 2016 get a library card and get among all the minds housed within the books quit hiding on friends…
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SONG: TEENAGE GIRL
for all your healthy slow summer sass/sadness
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PHOTO DIARY: RIDE SLOW
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PHOTO DIARY: BEACHED
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PHOTOS: BESTIVAL
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TRAINSPOTTING
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MONTHLY MANIFESTO: OCTOBER
you know how a manifesto acts as a blanket for whatever it is that it’s covering? how it hovers around something like an orb, pulling you in and preparing you for whatever it withholds? it has the ability to stir your guts and make you queasy with anticipation and it can feel like flowers smell, or how the stars look in the night sky when you’re outside of the city for the first time in months.…
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i try to develop my summer film after the warm, heavy air is gone and the leaves start changing colour, just so i can preserve those hazy days and long nights – the ones usually characterized by loads of friends and questionable decisions and love and heartbreak and sleeping in and lulling somewhere between the noisy, bustling city and the cool, calm nature, reminding us we’re alive and here right now. i hang onto my film until the summer says goodbye as a way to relive those precious days once they’re gone. here some photos from a collection called “disposable summer” that i just got back. the photos are all captioned with an explanation but they’re all out of order so whatever let’s just say it’s a map er somethin.
PHOTO DIARY: DISPOSABLE SUMMER
FILM: GIVE US INTERESTING FEMALE CHARACTERS
film has a notorious way of representing females through one-dimensional archetypes, determining their role based solely off of one characteristic, rather than allowing them to be what they really are: human. if you’ve seen as little as one film, you’ve likely crossed paths with either the “strong” girl, the manic pixie dream girl, the needy girl, the wild girl – the list goes on. (more…)
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REAL TALK: REAL WORLD the majority of my friends and i graduated university this past april, launching us directly into the horrors of "THE REAL WORLD".
you know how a manifesto acts as a blanket for whatever it is that it’s covering? how it hovers around something like an orb, pulling you in and preparing you for whatever it withholds? it’s magic. it has the ability to stir your guts and make you queasy with anticipation and it can feel like flowers smell, or how the stars look in the night sky when you’re outside of the city for the first time in months. it sets the tone. it grants possibility. that’s why i’ve decided to write a manifesto for each month of my life – before it happens – because without purpose, as big or small as it is, it’s easy to float around unanchored in time.SEPTEMBER:
september looks like couch surfing and blissful uncertainly and an uncomfortable decrease in personal finances and weekend escapes without my phone, laughter during the night and tears in the shower, too much black coffee even though i want skim milk and not enough (but still tons) of platonic cuddles, and checking my twitter while im facetiming someone in a mcdonalds because there’s wifi, and having dry skin and too many plants in places that aren’t my own. previously owned shoes and no privacy and not scoffing when i pass people in the streets who’re smoking, meeting strangers who’re only that way for moments, making grand statements like im a vegetarian because i need to be defined by something concrete. september looks like fall, but not the season, rather a change in personal altitude. it looks like how i think of myself but am not, like less pity and more reliance but only in the form of independence and walking everywhere, absolutely everywhere, because it gives you bearings. it looks like long bus rides for nearly no money, secretly taking pictures of people, singing out loud when you’re peeing in a park and skimming through the isles of grocery stores at night and letting yourself just be without guilt. it’s waking early enough to catch the morning fog creep across the grass and pressing flowers before the earth’s change takes them. asking your grandma about her love life and writing, writing everything you hear, think or see down. it looks like relevance, but in no ones eyes albeit your own.
although it’d have been ideal to have transferred this initial manifesto, for september, from my crunched up notebook to this blog, i kind of ended up living perfectly within these guidelines, and therefore did too much running around to stop and think to share it. a couple of things that happened in the month of september:
it began with the end of my cross-continental road trip, breezing through alberta, minnesota, south dakota, montana, wisconcin, illinois, indiana, michigan, and toronto in a used subaru. the dream gem i went with and i had the time of our lives, jumping in rivers, flashing traffic and summoning the ghosts at “crazy woman creek”, being sucked in by wall drug’s insane marketing technique, stealing wifi from target, dancing behind gas stations, quietly crying in the night, chasing lightning storms, feeding mountain goats boom chicka pop, and increasing our red bull tolerance.
temporarily moving in with an old friend who i hadn’t seen since i was 13 years old. we only shared a living space for a short amount of time, but it was so gat dang awesome to go gangbusters into our reunion, last seeing each other in our early teens and not again until i arrived at her apartment door soaking wet from a rainstorm with all of my bags – to skip formalities and instead of catching up over coffee, catch up under the same roof, sharing music in the night and texting each other from our bedrooms that were less than 10 feet away, peeing with the door open and developing an abnormal fear of bed bugs, complaining about poor service at local restaurants and sharing career advice and jokes from our very distant past.
road tripping to chicago for RIOT FEST with one of the nearest and dearest to my heart, her nearest and dearest boyfriend and his friend. we stayed in a hostel right downtown and tracked down a mystery comic book store located at the top of a weird artist-run building, got covered head-to-toe in rain and mud during the offspring concert, met brian sella from the front bottoms after their concert and instead of just taking a fan grrrl photo with him, we all shared the bottle of whiskey he was given backstage, watched amateur wrestling, wore our underwear inside out, road carnival rides, ate an inhumane amount of pizza, let 24/7 exposure to each other get the best of our tempers, drank beer for breakfast and made it back home with exactly no money.
after a month that my mother deemed “the summer of emily”, im fresh into october with an entirely different set of emotions, goals, and butterflies. stay tuned for my october manifesto in the next couple of days.
http://wp.me/p39iSW-Mc you know how a manifesto acts as a blanket for whatever it is that it's covering? how it hovers around something like an orb, pulling you in and preparing you for whatever it withholds?
Kate Dingwall is a seasoned artist, engaging writer, and budding fashion superstar. Riding off of an impressive summer job at Flare magazine, not to mention her dedicated involvement in a revolutionary app, the lanky brunette is fresh into her senior year at McMaster university, where she’s spearheading stereotypes with her “contrasting” fields of study. I trapped this multi-talented dream babe in the heart of summer for a few photos, a quick Q&A, and some overpriced matcha green tea.
Star sign?
Sagittarius
What occupies most of your time?
Writing and doodling. There’s always something to write and if I can’t put it to words, I can sure draw a picture of it. Also, binge watching The Food Network and debating which is dreamier..Chuck Hughes or his poutine.
Morning ritual?
Hitting the snooze button ten times.
Favourite job you’ve had?
My summer job in fashion publishing, including finding the ridiculous props for photo shoots and making the Creative Director’s wildest dreams come true. Last month, I spent a week running around begging taxidermists and eccentric billionaires if I could borrow their stuffed leopard.
Biggest inspiration?
Old movies, dirty 90s rock, any book I can get my hands on.
What part of being a human do you find hardest?
Is being a presentable girl an appropriate answer? As a girl there are way too many things to upkeep. Many a day I would rather roll out of my house in the same worn-in NHL boxers and hoodie I wore to bed that night.
Last place you travelled?
Nevada desert.
Latest girl crush?
Lykke Li has stolen my heart for years. There’s just an unadulterated honesty to her and her music. She said in an interview once, “There was just something so nice about being embarrassed and scared.” It’s fantastic to see a musician who’s so in touch with her feelings and flaws, especially with our current spread of top forty divas and their obsession with perfection.
Most memorable halloween costume?
Being Pikachu in grade 1…and 12.
Best thing you’ve read online in the past week?
That Archie Andrews, popular 2D Casanova, is meeting his untimely demise. Strangest part? He’s taking a bullet saving his gay friend. An impactful way to kill off such a humanistic hero that speaks to many generations.
The most surprising thing about you?
That’s a tough one…I’m all around a bit of an eccentric person. Maybe that I study mechanical engineering and fine art in university?
What’s in your purse?
Everything but the kitchen sink, but most importantly candy and lipstick.
Favourite part of your body?
I’ve got legs for days!
Thing you’re most looking forward to this fall?
Hiking through the fall foliage.
Biggest achievement?
Being part of the Think Dirty team and seeing all our hard work pay off as we hit all these incredible milestones (we’ve been trending on the app store for days now). Educating people so that they can make healthy cosmetic choices!!
Worst part of university?
Midterms, night class.
Biggest misconception people might have about you?
That I’m “ditzy”.
Guilty pleasure?
Poutine.
Upcoming projects?
I have my big art critique tomorrow. I just finished an exhibition of my large scale underwater photography and fashion illustration, too, which is cool I guess.
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You’re in luck, Kate has a killer website! So quit goofin’ and check it out HERE.
LOCAL LEGEND: KATE DINGWALL Kate Dingwall is a seasoned artist, engaging writer, and budding fashion superstar. Riding off of an impressive summer job at Flare magazine, not to mention her dedicated involvement in a…
PLAYLIST: ROSEBUDS
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a-couple-a tunes i’ve been listening to as of late. this playlist ends in a lil number (by the great canadian do-it-yourself man, chad vangaalen) called “lila”. he wrote it for his beloved pooch once she passed away and earlier this summer my childhood pup passed, too. this one’s for you, taffy girl.
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SONG: AVANT GARDENER highly unlikely i will ever not listen to this song 6.75 times in a row. ideal listening for tandem bike rides with someone you don't mind having round.